The House of the Rising Sun

For spring break, I hobbled on my man-attracting cane through the obscenities of Bourbon St in New Orleans and talked with the homeless; my friends and I got to pray with one who had been riding his bike all over the world, right there in the streets. There is much more hard work to be done in this city, though. I finally returned at 3 A.M. this morning, after a 19-hour drive, to my home to play a show this weekend. This here is a photograph of my new musician friend and I.

I will tell more stories and post my documentary on here soon.